"No, most of us certainly don't. Most of us are lucky to make it to seventy five or eighty. Back home, I'll consider myself lucky if I make it to thirty."

Even here, he'd consider himself lucky. It's a dangerous life he leads, though he doesn't always try to broadcast it. The idea of being stuck here alone, though, isn't one he'd ever considered. At least, not through the simple fact of everyone aging and dying off. "I imagine we'll be gone from here long before that becomes a concern."

Because there's no other option. They're not going to be stuck here for years. They simply can't be.